Math Quiz

“Dammit, John, are you going to help me study for this test? You know I suck at Calc!”

John just rolled his eyes. “Fine, Sylvia, I’ll help you again. But what are you going to do in college when I’m not there to help you in math?”

I pecked John on the cheek, my personal life saver. “I’m more of a liberal arts gal anyway, John. Just help me out on this and I’ll owe you forever.”

He just laughed as he packed his backpack and we both headed out of English. The final bell had rung, and school was out. We both walked out the doors into the balmy spring weather. “So, just come over whenever you want, my parents are at a conference this weekend, so they won’t bother us about anything.”

A sudden thought flicked into my mind, and I said it before I was even aware of it, “Actually, just come over to my house,” I offered.

John stared at me for a second. “What?” he said.

I hit him on the shoulder. “Oh come on, John, it wouldn’t kill you to walk a block to my house every once in a while. Besides, those math books are heavy. It shouldn’t take that long, anyway.”

“Fine, but we’ll have to hurry, I have a track meet at six, and then I have the entire weekend,” he said.

“Come over at four or so,” I offered, and he agreed. We walked home talking about how much we hated Ms. Telser, our AP American Studies teacher, and laughing about how our friend Tim had missed an easy three pointer at the Pep Rally. We both took our separate ways at Jefferson. John lives only eight houses down from my house, so it’s not that long a trip.

I unlocked the doors to my house and walked in. My parents were sitting in the living room, and stood up when I entered. “Oh, I’m glad your back, Sylvia, me and your father just got called to leave for our worker’s conference,” my mom said. “We were waiting for you to come back, I know you forgot your key. There’s plenty in the fridge to eat, don’t order out.”

They ran out to the car. I had entirely forgotten that their employee’s seminar was this weekend. “When will you be back?” I called after them.

“Late Sunday,” my dad called as they hopped in the car and sped off.

I closed the door and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack. By pure accident, I spilled a whole glass of water all over my blouse. I headed upstairs to my room to change.

I looked at my naked body in the mirror as I pulled off the sopping wet shirt. I’m 5′ 8”, naturally dirty blond with large but firm breasts, a tight ass, and a well toned body thanks to lacrosse and field hockey. Unconsciously, I changed into a low-cut shirt with a miniskirt. I looked at the clock. It was already three-fifty five! I got my math books ready on the kitchen table. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there was John. He had apparently taken advantage of the weather as well, as he was wearing a tight tee that accented his built frame. His blue eyes seemed to glitter for a moment as he took in my appearance, then the look was gone. I must have imagined it, I thought. “Come on in,” I said.

John looked around my house, eyes lingering on the crucifix hovering over the mantle. “Haven’t been here in a while,” he commented idly. We both sat down by the coffee table on the sofa. He looked around for a second. “Where are your parents?” he asked offhandedly. “Off at some conference for the weekend,” I replied. I rubbed my neck for a second. “So… inverse polynomials…” I started. I massaged my neck again. John looked at me, concerned. “You’ve been rubbing your neck a lot today. Something wrong?” he asked. I shrugged. “Tight muscle, must’ve slept on it wrong,” I replied. He inched closer to me on the sofa. “Well no wonder you don’t pay attention in math,” he said sarcastically. “Here, let me give it a rub.” He reached out his hands for my neck.

I stood up for a second in pure reflex, then relaxed. “OK,” I said. John stood up and I turned my back to him. His soft hands massaged my neck. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes. It was if I was at some exotic spa, and a handsome man was massaging my neck, caressing my hair, feeling my curves, moving his hands towards my-

My eyes snapped open. One of John’s hands were inching down to my waist. “John, what are you doing-” I tried to jerk away, but John held me as he kissed me on the neck.

“I just want to fuck you.”

I let out a gasp as his warm hands moved down my pants, caressing me. He kissed me on the neck again. He chuckled as he looped the crucifix I wore around my neck on his wrist, then ripped it off. I feebly tried to push his hands away, to resist, be he persisted. “Just let me,” he breathed into my ear and his hand reaching into my pants. His probing fingers found my panties, and he began massaging my increasingly wet gash. I moaned out loud. He pulled down my pants and underwear as his other hand reached up my shirt and squeezed my hard nipples. I was breathing heavily, realizing what was happening in a faint corner of my mind even as I helped him unclasp my bra. He leaned in closer, and I could feel his bulging cock rub against my back. My rational mind screamed. I had known John since sixth grade, he helped me with math, he was my friend- his soft mutterings shut down the logical part of my brain. I obeyed my impulses and reach back, feeling for his pant zipper. I pulled it down in one tug, and his erect penis, seven inches of thick meat, tumbled into my hand. I began rubbing it slowly, and he let out a low moan while he continued feeling me up, I pleasuring him, he pleasuring me.

Suddenly I whipped around, a gleam in my eye. It was as if someone else was speaking and moving my body, and I was simply observing. I bent down, pushing John onto the couch, took his cock in my mouth, and began to suck, as with my other hands I removed the rest of my clothing and ripped off his shirt. I could feel his manhood throb in my mouth as I fervently wrapped my tongue around his rod. He groaned in pleasure as I enjoyed the strange and exciting sensation. Suddenly his cock convulsed, and John grabbed my hair and pulled me off him as he exploded, spraying hot cum all over my face and breasts. He lay there, heaving and immensely satisfied. “That was great,” he said. I looked at the hot semen on me, and began wiping it up, and, surprising myself, licking it off my fingers. It was salty, but perversely pleasurable.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and then it opened. It was Kara, my best girl friend. I then realized with a shock that we had scheduled a sleep over tonight. “Sylvia? Where are-” she turned in me and Jon’s direction and stopped there, dumbstruck. Here was me, a good Catholic girl, lying naked over John, dripping cum. Kara closed the door slowly, still staring at us. Then she strode into the room. “What’s going on?” she demanded softly. I muttered a couple of incomprehensible things, but I think the only coherent words that made it out of my mouth were

“Please don’t tell my parents…”

Kara looked at us both for a moment, then spoke. “I have a deal,” she said decisively. “I won’t tell your parents… if John fucks me too.” She took off her shirt and unclasped her bra, leaving her dark breasts exposed. John looked at me, and I shrugged, licking the rest of John’s cum off of my body. Kara didn’t wait another second. She dove at John’s cock, turning it hard and erect with a few seconds of vigorous rubbing, the she practically impaled herself on John, letting out a high moan.

From there John took over, thrusting in and out. I felt myself becoming wet again watching the two doing the vertical tango. After a few minutes Kara came with a melting sigh, and pulled herself off John, dripping cum from her pussy as John came as well. Kara caught the semen on her bare stomach, and she turned to me, eyes smiling wickedly. “Come and have another taste,” she said. I was happy to comply, licking cum off my best friend’s stomach anc chest. After I had cleaned Kara, I turned back to John, who was sweating as he watched us. “Now do me,” I commanded, and John bent over me and thrust his cock into my pussy. The orgasmic feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, and I groaned in pleasure as John had his way with me. I came right before John, and he pulled away as I lay panting. I wanted more, but John shook his head. “I need some down time,” he said. Kara turned to me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t play a little ourselves,” she offered. We began massaging each others wet pussies, rubbing our bodies together. We did this for what seemed like dreamy hours, and I had several orgasms. Finally, we collapsed on each other, exhausted. I sat, pondering the events of the last few hours. Outside darkness was beginning to fall. John said quietly, “I’m hungry.” I was thinking on other lines. “John, your parents are away tonight?” I said. “Yeah,” John replied. “Why?”

I smiled to myself. “We’re going to have a little sleep-over.”

– The End –